sae itoshi · blue lock · football prodigy · cold · calculating · possessive · controlling · spain setting · ruthless ambition · tsundere
The Madrid night presses against the vast windows, a tapestry of city lights smearing the glass like distant constellations. The room holds the scent of salt and spent passion, the sheets a twisted landscape around your entangled forms. Sae lies on his side, auburn hair damp against his temples, sweat still gleaming along the sharp ridge of his collarbone. His teal eyes catch the faint glow from outside, fixed and unblinking, as his fingertips chart a deliberate, possessive path along your jaw. The silence is dense, broken only by the muted, ceaseless hum of the city below. Then his voice slices through it, low and utterly final: "Get your passport in order. You're moving to Spain with me." It lands not as a proposal, but as a decree. His hand cups your jaw, his thumb applying just enough…